Pusher Lyrics – Guil Hunting
Singer: Guil Hunting
Title: Pusher
Rit)
Giro ste strade sopra un vecchio booster
Voglio i premi, voglio quelle buste
E fare i soldi senza fare il pusher
Fare i soldi senza fare il pusher
Questi non fottono sul beat sembra new york
Con mio fratello sono in strada sopra un opel corsa
Vorresti correre con noi? ma non e’ jogging
In questo ring tu non sei in forma
In questo ring sono the italian dream come vettori
Vengo a riprendermi la cinta butto tutti fuori
Gia’ dagli spalti sento i cori, sento i detrattori
Frate’ sto rap mi tiene in vita, mentre tu ci muori
Giro ste strade come pregio dai primi duemila
Sto tutto fatto nel parcheggio fatto in doppiafila
La ruota gira cambia il vento intanto svuoto il sacco
Un altro giro aumento il tempo quello all’intervallo
Giu’ in questa race brucio tutti i record
Gia’ alla partenza lascio tutti dietro
Ritorno sempre come schwarzenegger terminator
Ti lascio il fumo tipo non ti vedo
Per queste iene canto un sortilegio
La incarto bene gia’ dai primi preconf
E’ holy sh#t ma non giungo mani e prego
Per queste strade per te c’e’ il divieto
Parola d’ordine nel gioco resiliente, potente
Cresciuto spezzando colli a sta gente
Rimasti pochi nel gioco piu’ veri, piu’ forti
In questo mondo di cloni niente confronti
Street credibility ai termini minimi
Girando per la strada abbasso sguardi timidi
Girando con i king devastando limiti
Anni sopra i beat ancora provocando brividi
Ring flow fighter, lascio scarsi in mutande
Da tempi immemori dove un sucker restava un sucker
Checka il flow mc sapiens sapiens evoluzione letale
Pedale in fondo sub che crepa il bulbo oculare
Matcha freddy kruger con baudelaire, poeta maledetto
Vengo di notte quando la luce non c’è, boogieman
Entro nei tuoi incubi, porto tuoni e fulmini
Delle tue certezze lascio tumuli
Pile di fake riempiono il paesaggio dopo il mio passaggio
La tua storia e’ un cortometraggio
Per queste strade non lo trovi, il piu’ saggio e b#stardo
Al verde resta fermo, recepisci il messaggio
Bella shoot, noi giriamo questi scoppiano allo start
Stanno tutti in fila indietro come con la safety car
Questa merda e’ gas, ma non quello di putin
Ti doppio come a lemans, fratello tanti saluti
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Pusher – English Translation
Rit)
Giro Ste Strade above an old booster
I want the prizes, I want those envelopes
And make money without being a pusher
Make money without being a pusher
These do not f#ck on the beat it looks like New York
With my brother I’m on the street on a Opel Corsa
Would you like to run with us? But it’s not jogging
In this ring you are not fit
In this ring they are The Italian Dream as vectors
I come to take back my belt throws everyone out
Already from the stands I hear the choirs, I feel the detractors
Friar ‘I’m rap keeps me alive, while you die
Giro Ste roads as a value from the first two thousand
I’m all done in the parking lot made in dubblica
The wheel swings changes the wind meanwhile empty the sack
Another tour increases the time at the interval
Down in this race burns all the records
Already at the start I leave everyone behind
I always return as Schwarzenegger Terminator
I leave you the smoke like I don’t see you
For these hyenas I sing a spell
I wrap the first from the first preconf
It is Holy sh#t but I don’t come hands and please
For these streets for you there is the prohibition
Watchword in the resilient game, powerful
Growing up breaking up to this people
Few remained in the most real game, stronger
In this world of clones no comparisons
Street credibility at minimum terms
Turning on the road down the shy looks
Turning with the king devastating limits
Years above the beats still causing chills
Ring Flow Fighter, I leave scarce in underwear
From time immemorial where a sucer remained a sucer
Check the Flow Mc Sapiens Sapiens Lethal Evolution
Pedal in the bottom of the ocular bulb cracks
Match Freddy Kruger with Baudelaire, a cursed poet
I come at night when the light is not there, boogieman
I enter your nightmares, Porto thunder and lightning
Of your certainties I leave mounds
Fake batteries fill the landscape after my passage
Your story is a short film
For these streets you don’t find it, the wisest and b#stard
At the green it remains still, you receive the message
Beautiful shoot, we turn these burst at the start
They are all in line behind as with the safety car
This sh#t is gas, but not Putin’s
I double as in Lemans, brother many greetings
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Lyrics Guil Hunting – Pusher
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